Nancy and I are having another go at putting in a winter garden. We've had mixed results with wintergardens in the past. Actually, calling it mixed results is rather too kind. Last year, just for example, we tried brocolli, but after an early freeze we had - well - frozen brocolli. In any case, hope springs eternal in the human breast, so we're putting in spinach, turnips, onions, and lettuce. This afternoon I went to the Decatur Book Festival, and when I came back, I went at our beds with a roto-tiller. I tilled under the last of the tomatoes, squash, and cucumbers, but I left the okra. Okra's still coming in like crazy; while I was out buying books we couldn't afford, Nancy blanched a skillet of okra for freezing. And still I go out every day and cut more.